8:32 PM PST - Jan. 13, 2005
smooth
so it was Jen. Jen! Jen was back in the office today. Little Jen. Rowing Jen. two years ago moving into a new house with her fiancee' Jen. her hair was dark maple brown now, not the sunny blonde i used to splash with the green algae water during our early morning sculls around Castaic Lake. she was happy to see me, she said. the faces around the floor are so new. i almost didn't notice her left hand, the bright silver rings around her middle finger, the savory blue sapphire that almost displaced the void on her ring finger. and i almost didn't ask what happened to your engagement ring, did you lose weight, and my god what did you do to yourself you look good enough to eat. she was the quiet after a door opening, as if just below the water of her blue eyes i could see the need to get past the explanation of two, three, six months ago, and really, i don't think i heard anything she said as we both stood still in the middle of the quiet hallway besides hey mike, do you remember me? and i was back in high school, gawking at the first girl i loved with dark rose vest, tits smooth as bright apricots, and my ribs acheing for her name.
